It was pointless you see,
to start a beginning
when the aftermath
is much more interesting.

Words waiting in the weeds,
lightning to be bottled
for so much more
than childish fancy.
Brilliance to be captured,
captivating and none the wiser.
Future and fantasy said
come dance to the fire.

Lost, life on the loam,
entice truth to live a life unknown.
Harmonious envy of the cutthroat,
working hands of ambition,
wrung sacrifice from men
for words best wrote.

The actor,
avaricious, spiteful with a genuine smile.
Crooked, off rhythm,
words sharp like Vivaldi,
yet without context - offer little depth
to play in this rhapsody of
conjecture and anecdotal nothing.